You must not be alarmed about your father." The voice did not sound like Jack's.
"Is he worse?
Tell me quick!" she exclaimed, the old fear confronting her.
"No.

He is all right," he wheezed, "and is going to get well.

His left arm is broken and his head badly cut, but he is out of danger.

The doctor told me so an hour ago." "And you ?" she pleaded, clinging to his proffered hand.
"Oh! I am all right, too.

The smoke got into my throat so I croak, but that is nothing.